POSTHUMUS.
Sabinus, Silius, the old list, Arruntius, Furmus, and Gallus.
SEJANUS.
Would not these talk?
POSTHUMUS.
Little:
And yet we offer’d choice of argument. Satrius was with me.
SEJANUS.
Well: ’tis guilt enough
Their often meeting. You forgot to extol
The hospitable lady?
POSTHUMUS.
No; that trick
Was well put home, and had succeeded too,
But that Sabinus cough’d a caution out;
For she began to swell.
SEJANUS.
And may she burst!
Julius, I would have you go instantly
Unto the palace of the great Augusta,
And, by your kindest friend, get swift access;
Acquaint her with these meetings: tell the words
You brought me the other day, of Silius,
Add somewhat to them. Make her understand
The danger of Sabinus, and the times,
Out of his closeness. Give Arruntius’ words
Of malice against Cæsar; so, to Gallus:
But, above all, to Agrippina. Say,
As you may truly, that her infinite pride,
Propt with the hopes of her too fruitful womb,
With popular studies gapes for sovereignty,
And threatens Cæsar. Pray Augusta then,
That for her own, great Cæsar’s, and the public
safety, she be pleased to urge these dangers.
Cæsar is too secure, he must be told,
And best he’ll take it from a mother’s tongue.
Alas! what is’t for us to sound, to explore,
To watch, oppose, plot, practise, or prevent,
If he, for whom it is so strongly labour’d,
Shall, out of greatness and free spirit, be
Supinely negligent? our city’s now
Divided as in time o’ the civil war,
And men forbear not to declare themselves
Of Agrippina’s party. Every day
The faction multiplies; and will do more,
If not resisted: you can best enlarge it,
As you find audience. Noble Posthumus,
Commend me to your Prisca: and pray her,
She will solicit this great business,
To earnest and most present execution,
With all her utmost credit with Augusta.
POSTHUMUS.
I shall not fail in my instructions.
[Exit.]
SEJANUS.
This second, from his mother, will well urge
Our late design, and spur on Cæsar’s rage;
Which else might grow remiss. The way to put
A prince in blood, is to present the shapes
Of dangers, greater than they are, like late,
Or early shadows; and, sometimes, to feign
Where there are none, only to make him fear?
His fear will make him cruel: and once enter’d,
He doth not easily learn to stop, or spare
Where he may doubt. This have I made my rule,
To thrust Tiberius into tyranny,
And make him toil, to turn aside those blocks,
Which I alone could not remove with safety,
Drusus once gone, Germanicus’ three sons
Would clog my way; whose guards have too much faith
To be corrupted: and their mother known
Of too, too unreproved a chastity,
To be attempted, as light Livia was.
Work then, my art, on Cæsar’s fears, as they
On those they fear ’till all my lets be clear’d,
And he in ruins of his house, and hate
Of all his subjects, bury his own state;
When with my peace and safety, I will rise,
By making him the public sacrifice.
[Exit.]